Near the Castle of Erl there lived a lonely witch, on high land near the thunder, which used to roll in summer along the hills. There she dwelt by herself in a narrow cottage of thatch, and roamed the high fields alone to gather the thunderbolts; thunderbolts that hat no earthly forging, that made such weapons as had to parry unearthly danger.
All alone the lonely heath The little children cry Witch, Witch, High on a broomstick, Riding through the sky.
All alone the fire at night When owls and bats do fly Witch, Witch, Spinning a spell There's thunder in the sky.
Chorus (2x): Earth and fire and wind and water, Dew of morning, miles of may, Scent of Thyme and sight of lilac, Thunderbolt iron will win the day. All alone behind the houses Creeping through the dark Witch, Witch, Bringing the shadows, How the dogs do bark!
All alone the fire at night The sparks and ashes fly Witch, Witch, Making a blade There's thunder in the sky.
Chorus
Burn, burn, you stormy wanderers, Light the way. Burn, burn, you stormy wanderers, Thunderbolt iron will win the day
The Witch, P.P. Arnold Drums, Nigel Pegrum Bass, Herbie Flowers, Bob Johnson Electric guitars, Bob Johnson Electric piano, Peter Knight